Heres Fic--Childhood Memories
Title: Childhood Memories
Chapter: 5
Summary: A special turns Peter into a child, and for now he's Mohinder's responsibility.
A/N: Gah! So much stuff due in college. I swear my professors are plotting with eachother. But I digress, I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter. And I'd like to apologise for any typos in previous and future chapters. I try, but I often fail to catch them.
3rd Person POV
The air in Molly's bedroom seemed to thin. All around Mohinder innocent childish things seemed to frame Peter and mock his decision. He clutched tightly at the cup, coming to his senses only at the groan of the plastic. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and tossed the cup aside before lifting Peter. He eased the boy gently into Molly's bed, hurried into his bedroom to gather what he needed for the trip. Next he checked Peter's duffle bag and zipped it back up. He had to work quickly or Peter would wake before he could finish the next step of his plan.
"Cell...cell...where, ahh--"
Mohinder reached forward and snatched his cell phone from the high shelf and dialed the company number. Three rings later he was greeted with the bored voice of a twenty-something middle man.
"This is Mohinder Suresh. Clear it with Angela Petrelli if you have to but I need one sedative pack, a private flight to New Jersey, a waiting rental car, and campi--"
"Mrs. Petrelli has all of it in order Mr. Suresh. A man is on his way to your apartment with a sedative pack. He'll drive you to the airport and see you off. Your provisions will be in the plane along with information about the camp site."
"Ah...well, thank you."
"Have a nice day sir."
Mohinder coughed awkwardly and sat on the edge of his couch. His hands were clasped tightly in front of him around the phone. He marveled at Angela's efficientness, then shivered at the implications. Even if Peter returned as an adult Mohinder would be held physically accountable for every injury or illness he sustained. And as frightened as he was about Angela's possible reactions, he was also worried about how he would handle Peter for such a long time. Peter seemed like the type of child to ask difficult questions. Questions like 'if God loves us, why does he let nice people die?' Mohinder didn't think he could handle it.
He feared that Peter would get sick or seriously injured. He feared that the nightmares would grow worse. He feared that somewhere, lurking in the shadows, Sylar would be waiting for a moment to strike. And he also worried about what Peter would tell him. Children don't learn the value of personal secrets until they've been burned by them. He knew that any moment Peter could let something slip that would fracture their adult friendship.
A knock at the door jerked Mohinder from his thoughts. He looked back towards Molly's room, but there was no change. Mohinder opened his front door and singled for the man to help with Peter's duffle. With one last glance around the apartment Mohinder nodded and slung his own bag over his shoulder before collecting Peter and holding him close to his chest, bridal style. The moved quickly and silently to the car, not wanting to risk the chance of Peter waking and yelling in a panic.
Once in the car a sedative pack was thrust Mohinder's way and the geneticist took great care to strap it across Peter's chest gently. With a second of guilty hesitation Mohinder rolled the clear tube between his fingers before easing it into one of Peter's nostrils and flicking the switch on at the lowest setting. He watched in morbid fascination as a swirling, barely there mist began to rise up the tube and into Peter's nose.
The trip to the airport was quiet and tense with only the sound of slow moving traffic to block out the worry buzzing in Mohinder's ears. He declined the offer to turn on the radio, instead opting to listen to the background noise and Peter's soft breathing. He had worked his fingers through every knot in the downy black hair and still kept up his stroking. He hoped that on some level Peter could still register the comforting gesture.
When the airport finally came into view Mohinder let out a sigh of relief. It would be a short flight, almost not worth it, but Mohinder was glad Peter wouldn't be on the sedatives for much longer. Even though he knew it wouldn't cause any lingering negative side effects he still worried. With the nameless assistant bidding him a good day, Mohinder cradled Peter's petite body to his chest and sang softly to him. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the Tamil lullaby, ready for the flight to start and take them away from the mess of New York.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
The plane lurched forward as it landed, waking Mohinder from his soft slumber and shaking Peter's small form. The Indian blinked owlishly a few times before regaining his senses and clutching Peter tighter to his chest. The hard edge of the sedative pack dug painfully into his ribs and he did his best to ignore it.
With a weary sigh Mohinder stood and made his way down and out to the tarmac, carefully shielding Peter's face from the bright sun overhead.
"Almost there Peter, almost."
Peter was eased gently into the backseat and strapped in, leaning slightly against the wall. Mohinder tried to adjust him so he was as comfortable as possible. After running his fingers through Peter's hair one last time, Mohinder pulled away and shut the door. He ran quickly to the back of the SUV and doubled checked that their luggage and camping equiptment was all set in place. Feeling decidedly better about what was going to happen, Mohinder shut the trunk and made his way to the drivers side of the car.
The drive seemed longer than it was, the soft whir of the sedative pack weighing heavily in his consensce.
“You're doing the right thing. This is the only way to keep away Peter's questions. He'll be alright.”
Mohinder's gaze flicked up to his rearview mirror, taking in the sight of Peter's small slumbering body. When he turned his attention back to the road the campsite was in view.
“Finally.”
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Gah! This chapter is short! Here's the low down, I have this WIP, my Settled World Verse, a couple of drabble extentions, and papers for my college classes. I'm a busy busy bee at the moment, but I'm trying.
This chapter is pretty boring, I'm sorry.
Chapter: 5
Summary: A special turns Peter into a child, and for now he's Mohinder's responsibility.
A/N: Gah! So much stuff due in college. I swear my professors are plotting with eachother. But I digress, I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter. And I'd like to apologise for any typos in previous and future chapters. I try, but I often fail to catch them.
3rd Person POV
The air in Molly's bedroom seemed to thin. All around Mohinder innocent childish things seemed to frame Peter and mock his decision. He clutched tightly at the cup, coming to his senses only at the groan of the plastic. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and tossed the cup aside before lifting Peter. He eased the boy gently into Molly's bed, hurried into his bedroom to gather what he needed for the trip. Next he checked Peter's duffle bag and zipped it back up. He had to work quickly or Peter would wake before he could finish the next step of his plan.
"Cell...cell...where, ahh--"
Mohinder reached forward and snatched his cell phone from the high shelf and dialed the company number. Three rings later he was greeted with the bored voice of a twenty-something middle man.
"This is Mohinder Suresh. Clear it with Angela Petrelli if you have to but I need one sedative pack, a private flight to New Jersey, a waiting rental car, and campi--"
"Mrs. Petrelli has all of it in order Mr. Suresh. A man is on his way to your apartment with a sedative pack. He'll drive you to the airport and see you off. Your provisions will be in the plane along with information about the camp site."
"Ah...well, thank you."
"Have a nice day sir."
Mohinder coughed awkwardly and sat on the edge of his couch. His hands were clasped tightly in front of him around the phone. He marveled at Angela's efficientness, then shivered at the implications. Even if Peter returned as an adult Mohinder would be held physically accountable for every injury or illness he sustained. And as frightened as he was about Angela's possible reactions, he was also worried about how he would handle Peter for such a long time. Peter seemed like the type of child to ask difficult questions. Questions like 'if God loves us, why does he let nice people die?' Mohinder didn't think he could handle it.
He feared that Peter would get sick or seriously injured. He feared that the nightmares would grow worse. He feared that somewhere, lurking in the shadows, Sylar would be waiting for a moment to strike. And he also worried about what Peter would tell him. Children don't learn the value of personal secrets until they've been burned by them. He knew that any moment Peter could let something slip that would fracture their adult friendship.
A knock at the door jerked Mohinder from his thoughts. He looked back towards Molly's room, but there was no change. Mohinder opened his front door and singled for the man to help with Peter's duffle. With one last glance around the apartment Mohinder nodded and slung his own bag over his shoulder before collecting Peter and holding him close to his chest, bridal style. The moved quickly and silently to the car, not wanting to risk the chance of Peter waking and yelling in a panic.
Once in the car a sedative pack was thrust Mohinder's way and the geneticist took great care to strap it across Peter's chest gently. With a second of guilty hesitation Mohinder rolled the clear tube between his fingers before easing it into one of Peter's nostrils and flicking the switch on at the lowest setting. He watched in morbid fascination as a swirling, barely there mist began to rise up the tube and into Peter's nose.
The trip to the airport was quiet and tense with only the sound of slow moving traffic to block out the worry buzzing in Mohinder's ears. He declined the offer to turn on the radio, instead opting to listen to the background noise and Peter's soft breathing. He had worked his fingers through every knot in the downy black hair and still kept up his stroking. He hoped that on some level Peter could still register the comforting gesture.
When the airport finally came into view Mohinder let out a sigh of relief. It would be a short flight, almost not worth it, but Mohinder was glad Peter wouldn't be on the sedatives for much longer. Even though he knew it wouldn't cause any lingering negative side effects he still worried. With the nameless assistant bidding him a good day, Mohinder cradled Peter's petite body to his chest and sang softly to him. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the Tamil lullaby, ready for the flight to start and take them away from the mess of New York.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
The plane lurched forward as it landed, waking Mohinder from his soft slumber and shaking Peter's small form. The Indian blinked owlishly a few times before regaining his senses and clutching Peter tighter to his chest. The hard edge of the sedative pack dug painfully into his ribs and he did his best to ignore it.
With a weary sigh Mohinder stood and made his way down and out to the tarmac, carefully shielding Peter's face from the bright sun overhead.
"Almost there Peter, almost."
Peter was eased gently into the backseat and strapped in, leaning slightly against the wall. Mohinder tried to adjust him so he was as comfortable as possible. After running his fingers through Peter's hair one last time, Mohinder pulled away and shut the door. He ran quickly to the back of the SUV and doubled checked that their luggage and camping equiptment was all set in place. Feeling decidedly better about what was going to happen, Mohinder shut the trunk and made his way to the drivers side of the car.
The drive seemed longer than it was, the soft whir of the sedative pack weighing heavily in his consensce.
“You're doing the right thing. This is the only way to keep away Peter's questions. He'll be alright.”
Mohinder's gaze flicked up to his rearview mirror, taking in the sight of Peter's small slumbering body. When he turned his attention back to the road the campsite was in view.
“Finally.”
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Gah! This chapter is short! Here's the low down, I have this WIP, my Settled World Verse, a couple of drabble extentions, and papers for my college classes. I'm a busy busy bee at the moment, but I'm trying.
This chapter is pretty boring, I'm sorry.